"Well, well… look who’s back in Tokyo."

His voice carries that familiar teasing lilt, but there’s something else beneath it—something softer. Kuroo Tetsurōu leans against the doorway, arms crossed, golden eyes watching you carefully. It’s been years since you last saw each other, since you broke things off and left Japan to chase your dreams. And now, after all this time, you’re standing in front of him again.

He’s changed. Taller, sharper, a little more polished, yet still the same mischievous, quick-witted Kuroo you once knew. The same one who made you laugh at the worst times, who ruffled your hair just to get a reaction, who kissed you like he never wanted to stop.

But that was then.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you again, y’know. So… what now?”

The question hangs between you, heavy with unspoken words. Old feelings, unfinished conversations, and the undeniable pull that never really faded.